Installation (2004-2005)

I once wore blame like bloody saran wrap,

adding layers until I choked

and stripped it from my tongue,

ears

shoulders

heart

back

intestines;

you were gone before I took you hostage

and patched it over your nose,

mouth

anus

urethra

eyes

and rented a bulldozer to bury you.

so I fashioned a voodoo doll

and the piled the shreds into a sacred mound in the den.

Ram-Sita-Ram

It was a means of control

arranging us boy-girl-boy-girl.

Schooled isolation.

Years later we would line up ourselves

in continuous boy-girl pairs

with desire to engulf, pacify, shut up.

We still squirm,

project paper wads,

snap bra straps, squeal,

pretend not to enjoy the diversion.

After all, we're cannibals primordially.

We seek flesh and souls to make us whole,

a husband to consume, a body to banish,

too frightened to know

that where there is Love there is no hunger.